We're in Lyon, and because of the strike, we had no train for a while. So we're in this Irish pub, having drinks. Jacqui and I got Labatts, and it was really, really warm, which wasn't that kewl... eventually we got a glass of ice (I wouldn't find out until later just how rare and special that glass of ice was). The effort we then put forth to chill our beer without diluting it occupied our attentions for quite some time. Off in the background [upper right], a protest is taking place.